Spiritual power brushed over the rune lock on the box, and the metal box actively broke free from Ronan's palm, floating in mid-air.
The dense runes on the surface of the box lit up, with pale white light bursting through the gaps, followed by the entire box quickly melting like wax, flowing downward.
The ground beneath Ronan's feet instantly collapsed, and a large gray area rapidly spread, with invisible ripples extending into the distant darkness, and even the sound of agitation seemed to pause for a moment.
Ronan took a few steps back, and soon the ripples in front of him stabilized, forming a gray "pool" at his feet, which gradually began to take on a mottled color.
Ronan could sense that countless free energy particles within this space were being drawn by a force, forming streams that continuously poured into the "gray pool."
Ronan's expression shifted slightly.
"Could it be...."
A moment later.
